I am a god in the escape game by drawing cards

Chapter 72
The candles were burning non-stop, and the fire flickered in the dimly lit small room, as if it would go out at any moment.

Reminiscent of the name of the midnight game, Fang Muge guessed that the rules of this game are: before the candle burns out, the players participating in the game must finish telling the corresponding ghost story.

And whether the ghost story will come true after telling it...

With a heartbeat, Fang Muge said coldly: "I will tell the first ghost story."

Hearing this, the girl with twin tails and Yan Li turned their eyes to look at Fang Muge inquisitively.

As for Ji Wan, he still sat on the chair wildly and unrestrainedly, with a not-so-serious appearance.

Fang Muge began to tell with a blank face:
"In a small dim room, three girls and a boy were chatting. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and the burning candles on the table were blown out."

"In the dark room, three girls sat motionless because of fear. However, they didn't know that countless severed hands protruded from under the chair of the only boy in the room."

"Those bloody hands were like ghosts from hell, firmly grasping the boy's body, pulling him down with all his strength, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free."

"The poor boy was pulled into the floor just like that. His fresh body merged with the cold floor. He was trampled under his feet every day and night, and he was in pain forever."

"After the boy was dragged away by the ghost, the girl with twin ponytails finally couldn't stand the endless darkness, so she asked in surprise: Why did the candle suddenly go out?"

"At this moment, someone lit the extinguished candle. The light came back to the dim room, and the three girls realized that it was the only boy who lit the candle again."

"But, the only boy has been melted into the floor by the ghost. So, who is the boy sitting on the chair now?"

Obviously, Fang Muge's tone of storytelling has no ups and downs and no emotions, but the people who listen to the story have goosebumps all over their bodies.

Fang Muge looked at the excited Ji Wang with deep eyes, and said calmly, "My story is over."

As Fang Muge finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew out the candles on the table, and the whole room instantly became pitch black.

The girl with two ponytails and Yan Li Qiqi looked in Ji Wang's direction, wanting to know whether Ji Wang seemed to be dragged down by countless bloody hands as the story said.

However, no matter how closely they looked, all they could see was darkness, and it was impossible to see if there was anything unusual about Ji Wan.

Fang Muge sat motionless on the chair, listening carefully to the movement from Ji Wang's side.

There was a rustling sound coming from Ji Wang's direction, it seemed that there was really a ghost grabbing Ji Wang and dragging him down, and Ji Wang couldn't break free with all his might.

In the darkness, the three girls kept silent in tacit understanding, quietly waiting for the candles on the round table to light up again.

After a long time, the girl with twin ponytails suddenly asked uncontrollably, "Why did the candle suddenly go out?"

As the girl with twin tails finished speaking, there was a click, and someone lit the white candle on the round table again, and the light returned to the room.

The girl with double ponytails and Yan Li Qiqi looked in Ji Wang's direction, and saw Ji Wang who was covered in blood holding a lighter and looking at them quietly.

Yanli quickly covered her mouth to avoid making too much noise from being frightened.

Ji Wan who is sitting here now, is it really Ji Wan?
The girl with two ponytails looked at Fang Muge in shock, wanting to know Fang Muge's intention in telling this ghost story.

Fang Muge let the girl with two ponytails look at her as usual, and didn't even look at Ji Wan who was next to him covered in blood.

With a click, Ji Wan, who was like a ghost, pressed the lighter, and a cluster of flames gushed out.

"Let me tell the second ghost story." Ji Wang said in a strange tone.

"The three girls all suspect that the boy sitting on the chair covered in blood is no longer alive. Only the boy knows the truth."

"Just as the three girls were struggling, the girl with the twin ponytails suddenly lost her mind and took out a knife and stabbed the girl with the high ponytails in the heart."

"The girl with the high ponytail didn't even have time to react, she was stabbed in the heart with a knife, bleeding profusely."

"Seeing the girl with double ponytails killing someone, the girl with the low ponytail screamed out loud. The screams were deafening, and the whole house collapsed."

"The ceiling slammed down, smashing each of the three girls with fragile nerves into puddles of flesh. And the only boy miraculously avoided the collapsed house and sat on a chair in the ruins unscathed."

"After a while, the three girls who had been smashed to pieces suddenly stood up with their tattered bodies, and sat back on the chairs with their bloody faces."

"Why did the three girls who were clearly dead come back to life? Under these three piles of muddy bodies, which ghost is it pretending to be?"

Ji Wan put down the lighter, and looked at Fang Muge and the others with a strange look on his face: "My story is over."

After Ji Wang's words fell, the girl with twin tails suddenly went crazy, took out a knife and stabbed Fang Muge viciously.

Fang Muge wanted to dodge, but he couldn't control his body, he could only watch helplessly as the girl with ponytails stabbed her heart with a knife, and blood gushed out.

Seeing this bloody and violent scene, Yanli covered her head and screamed.

The ear-piercing screams echoed in Fang Muge's ears, and with a bang, the whole house began to collapse, and countless pieces fell down.

In this collapsed house disaster, the three girls were restricted in their hands and feet, unable to escape at all, and could only let the pieces fall on them.

And Ji Wan still sat motionless on the chair, the collapse of the house did not hurt him at all.

Fang Muge lay in the ruins, feeling the reassembly of the broken limbs, and sat back on the intact chair uncontrollably.

Turning his stiff eyeballs, Fang Muge looked at the other two girls who were no longer in human form.

The candle is not burned out, and the ghost story must go on.

Receiving Fang Muge's gaze, Yanli opened her broken lips and said, "I'll tell the third ghost story."

"The only boy thought that the resurrection of the three girls was caused by ghosts. Maybe some ghosts stood up again with human skin, but it must not be the girls with low ponytails."

"The good house suddenly collapsed, and the ghosts guarding outside the house can finally enter the dilapidated room and wantonly plunder the lives of living people."

"A gust of wind blew out the candles on the round table, there were screams in the darkness, and the ghosts acted recklessly."

"After a while, the troublesome ghosts dispersed. The girl with the low ponytail who was still alive touched the lighter on the table and lit the candle again."

"Under the candlelight, the faces of the other two women and one man were all pale. Who among them was replaced by the ghost?"

"My story is over." Yanli said sadly.

As Yanli finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up, and the candles on the round table were extinguished instantly.

Accompanied by howling ghosts and howling wolves, countless ghosts rushed in from outside the collapsed house.

The ghosts flew excitedly towards the four people on the chairs, choosing the sacrifices they wanted.

(End of this chapter)